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cloud spreading all over. Unlike a cane, the pain is concentrated over a larger area – a band of white fire that straddles a wide sensitive space.
    Smack!
    I release a piteous wail.
    “Come now, Gina. Take your punishment like a big girl.”
    “Y-yes, Daddy.”
    After the eight smack or so, I begin to cry openly. Tears run down my cheeks and drip off my chin.
    “Please, Daddy,” I gasp.
    “Please what?”
    “Please stop, Daddy.”
    “That’s right, Gina, I want to hear you beg.”
    Smack! It’s a hard one this time. I cry out. The sensitivity in my buttocks has intensified, primed to flare up with decreasing doses of applied force.
    “Please, Daddy!”
    Smack!
    “I beg of you!”
    Smack! My nipples have become numb from all the tugging and straining of the chains.
    “I will do anything you want me to.”
    “What will you do, baby doll?”
    Smack!
    “Anything!” My chest heaves with each labored breath I pull.
    “Anything what?”
    “Anything, Daddy!”
    Smack!
    “I want you to describe what you would like to do to me.”
    My mind is a whirlwind of rushed images and pain.
    “I – I will suck your cock, Daddy. Lick it all clean.”
    Smack!
    “Go on.”
    “I’ll rim your asshole, Daddy.”
    Smack!
    “And I’ll fuck you hard!”
    “How hard?”
    “Till you scream and come into me, Daddy.”
    Smack!
    “What else?”
    “I’ll let you fuck me in the ass, Daddy.”
    “Would you now?”
    “Yes, Daddy, I would!”
    He lowers the paddle. My entire body feels as weak as a newborn kitten’s. My ass is already numbed from the beating and my entire pussy feels like it has been fucked by a machine.
    The rocking horse slows down as my shoulders slump in fatigue. Beads of sweat dapple my skin.
    Even my pigtails hang limply from my damp head.
    He lets the rocking horse grind to a natural stop. He unclasps the clamps from my sore nipples and plumps my tender red flesh up again. Then, with a strength that continues to amaze me, he lifts me off the dildo. But instead of helping me off the horse, he places me upon the saddle behind the very wet and glistening artificial dong.
    He removes the dildo with its suction cup and strap. Then he pushes my groin forward to the forefront of the saddle. My pussy is already chafed and raw from overuse, and so the friction of the leather saddle upon my tender clit is exquisite and overwhelming.
    Using my body for leverage, he gets onto the horse, depressing its rump with his weight. The entire structure groans. His silken skin and muscles press against my back. His hands grab my waist, and he lifts me up again with scarcely any effort.
    “Push back your hips now, baby doll.”
    I angle my hips so that my vulva is right on top of his impressive penile head. Its knoblike enormity eases into my wet slit, expanding my hole even farther than the dildos before it. I moan with pleasure as his marvelous tool impales me.
    He brings me down until he’s completely buried inside me with a couple of inches to spare.
    There’s nowhere for him to penetrate further because his tip is right at the mouth of my cervix.
    But oh, the delight of it. What a cock it is! Thick and warm and firm, filling every crevice and smoothening out every fold.
    His fingers tweak my nipples.
    “Come, baby girl. Ride on Daddy. Ride hard.”
    We begin to rock. The blades below creak and protest with our collective weights. His scent is of sweat and aftershave and eau d’ toilette, and everything sensuous and masculine that I can think of.
    Attached to one another, we rock and rock, his penis punching my cervix with increasing vigor.
    His shaft tickles and pounds and massages my G-spot until my fervor is whipped into a frenzy.
    “Do you like your Daddy now?” he says in my ear. His breath is hot and ragged.
    I’m gasping almost too much to answer.
    “Yes, Daddy.”
    “Who’s fucking you well and good now?”
    “You, Daddy.’
    “Are you going to let your Mommy know about us?”
    “No, Daddy.”
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